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Level playing field.
Jan. 23rd, 2018 02:24 pmStanding on a hill a man looks to the valley below.
Upon reflection his heart weeps. For his own blood is now on his own hands.
As an artist, the man knows that somehow he could paint in blood and make it somehow beautiful, somehow wonderful.
Fortunately for many aboard, the Captain isn't a fascist dictator... but wow! Look at all these buttons! I wonder what might happen if I pull this lever?
Upon reflection his heart weeps. For his own blood is now on his own hands.
As an artist, the man knows that somehow he could paint in blood and make it somehow beautiful, somehow wonderful.
Fortunately for many aboard, the Captain isn't a fascist dictator... but wow! Look at all these buttons! I wonder what might happen if I pull this lever?
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